School: Tigh Molaga (C.) (roll number 12457)

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   “I wandered forth at night alone”

   

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   My spirit - and I wept.'

   In yonder Goshen once - I thought -
   Reigned Piety and Peace: Virtue and Truth were there:
   With Charity and blessed spirit of Prayer
   Was each fleet moment fraught:

   There Unity and Walk and Will
   Blent hundreds into one: no jealousies or jars
   Troubled their placid lives: their fortunate stars
   Had triumphed over Ill:

   There kneeled each morn and even
   The bell for Martin and Vesper: Mass was said or sung.
   From the bright silver censer as it swung,
   Rose balsamy clouds to Heaven.

   Through the round cloistered corridors
   A many a midnight hour, bareheaded and unshod
   Walked the Grey Friars, beseeching from their God
   Peace for these western shores:

   The weary pilgrim bowed by Age
   Oft found asylum there - found welcome and found wine

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)
   2. objects
      1. man-made structures
         1. historical and commemorative structures (~6,794)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Peig Ní Mhuirthille

   Gender

   Female